Clyde's Travel Log - Iris Faire 2016

Iris Faire 2016
Montgomery Bell State Park (Burns, TN)
Barony of Glaedenfeld
April 15-17, 2016

On the 16th of April, I attended Iris Faire and the Baronial Investiture of Glaedenfeld.

It was a very good day for all in attendance, but it was a strange day for me as I look back on it.

Iris Faire represented the 1 year mark since I returned to the fighting field. It was also the return of a Baronial seat in Glaedenfeld. If those two things are not enough, the day also represented the erasure of a black mark in Meridian history that was presided over by my late knight and his lady when they were on the throne. Lots of weird feelings to say the least.

The day was beautiful. It was the very best example of a spring day of northern Meridies that Mother Nature gifted to the Glaedenfelders. I brought out Hadi's banner for the event. Im not normally spiritual, but if felt like he needed to be there to witness the restoration of Glaedenfeld and see one of his own ascend to the Baronial seat. 

For the past year I have seen a lot of our western neighbors. This is a group operating at a high level. Everyone I have met in the group is welcoming and friendly. They are outgoing and generous. The chemistry of this group is special in no uncertain terms. They truly seem to enjoy each others company. You don't always see that in an SCA group. It is rare and precious and, as far as I can tell, it is being nurtured with great care in Glaedenfeld. 

For my part, I witnessed very little of the event activities. After arriving and setting up my sunshades for our shire attendees (there were 11 of us), I turned into a turnip and planted my self next to the tourney field. Not the best thing I could have done with my day, but I enjoyed my ringside seat no-less. So, here are my observations from my perch. Really a shape considering the effort my wife, Lady Ellen, put into my new fighting garb. I can at least say I looked good on the field for what little time I spent on it.

The Investiture ceremony occurred early in the day. My brother Sir Griffin and Mistress Stephanie looked most regal in the green tones of their baronial garb. The Glaedenfelders appeared to be floating on air all day long. There was the sacrifice of a sheep and reading of its 'parts' (no animals were actually harmed). I honestly missed most of the dialogue. But, I could see the enjoyment of all those involved.

The winds picked up during the investiture court and I had to jump up to catch a popup shade turned tumbleweed (with some help). After it was caught and stowed, we offered the owners half of our sunshade. Turns out we inherited a large crowd from Gleann Ahbhan and Trimaris to include Duke John Bearkiller and Duke Padruig. Funny how things turn out. They were all good company and were very appreciative. One small act of kindness achieved. Very cool.

My home shire, Easaraigh, presented two gifts to the Barony. The first was a tapestry of a tree with heraldry of all the regions groups showing Glaedenfeld at its heart. The second gift was a humble table of aspen and oak of a Greek design (look ma, only 3 legs). We presented them out of court. As we had presumed and witnessed later, court was long. While we didn't get the populace's appreciation of a court presentation, that is not my shire's way. The gift's were not for recognition, they were for our friend's and neighbor's who have been so gracious and supportive to us.

I fought in the heavy list, in a way. The list had 34 combatants. To prevent many bye fights, 4 of us fought out of list, best 2 out of 3 to whittle the list down to 32. I was lucky enough to be drawn in the 4. I walked onto the field with Arlen MacBlair MeicKane. He was fighting with a bad wheel so started on his knees. This took me by surprise, so I dropped to my knees to start the fight even. We traded the first two passes. In the third, I took his arm. I gave another act of chivalry and fought him with my right hand to his left. After a few exchanges, he bounced one off my grill and I was done. I sat the rest of the day until the tourney was over. Arlen went on and fought honorably all day. He went far into the list even with his injury. Im glad he had a good day.

Looking back on it, I exited the last Iris Faire tourney on an act of chivalry. Seems I still have something to work on. Act of Chivalry is OK, but don't put yourself at a disadvantage. Earl Benen provide the much need constructive commentary upon my return to my seat. It was good to hear his thoughts. Im glad he is coming out more. For my part, its just a silly habit I picked up somewhere. It is to a point now where I am penalizing myself rather than honoring my opponent. Hard lesson learned. Will I do it again. Probably. I just need to start balancing my advantage better in the strategy of the game and start minimizing bad habits.

The list ran long into the afternoon. Duke Thomas pulled out the win over Haldr from Rising Stone. Looked like a well fought list. Our own Earl Benen did very well in the list, so our shire did have some representation besides me. 

Credit to M'lady Racaire for the fighting photos.

At the end of the list I managed a some pickups. If I recall correctly, I exchanged blows Sir Bart, Count Mordan, Duke Thomas and Haldr before taking off my armor. All were excellent fights. I managed to get a few takeways to work on from it and other than being ate up by Duke Thomas, did not fair badly.

Court started soon after. It was long, as I said before. But there was much happiness. 2 elevations to Laurel, many principle inductees into the new Glaedenfeld orders and other recognitions. Joy. Gifts. The end. Hail Hydra!

My Easaraigh party returned to our shade. Shortly before court, Her Excellency Stephanie, honored us with the gift of three seats at high table for our three newcomers. I escorted them to the feast hall and turned them over to the care of Glaedenfeld. When I returned to the shade, Styrbjorn and Marek had fired up the grills and were cooking our shire meal. It had been a long day. 7 of us sat under the shade and chatted as we cooked and then ate. We have a most pleasant shire group and it was an enjoyable, relaxing close to the day.

Our newcomers returned soon after with broad smiles upon their faces. They were full, content, and very energized. Our Glaedenfeld friends provided a most excellent end to their day. Thanks to his Majesty Adhemar, and Their Excellencies Sir Gõcauo, Mistress Sibéal, Sir Griffin and Mistress Stephanie. I think the people they helped nurture with the simple act of good company over a meal will grow to be strong Scadians in the near future. They were most impressed. 

This Iris Faire I witnessed the restoration of greatness lost. I saw good friends being raised up. Our Shire of Easaraigh showed itself to be a good friend and neighbor. We exposed newcomers to a true, fully involved SCA event. I shared in the company of my shire and enjoyed all of it. Sometimes its not what we do but what we don't that makes a good event. Just being there. Witnessing kingdom history. Sharing in the celebration and happiness. Sometimes, that all it takes to make a good event.

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!

Ld. Eoin Mac Cana, CACM
Squire of House Aspiring
Seneschal, Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies

Musings -1 year later

Spring 2016

1 Year Later

I started the Hadi Banner Tour a year ago at Gulf Wars XXIV in honor of my fallen peer, mentor, friend and brother. As I end my 1 year quest, I am taking the time to review. 

At the time of his passing, my SCA participation was token at best. I was a local participant that rarely leaves the home group. I was a member of the SCA that barely did anything the SCA stands for. I had recently become Seneschal of Easaraigh again after being Reeve for several years. My SCAdian life was one of minimal service to the local group and nothing more. I had little meaning or substance in my SCA.

Hadi's passing made me re-think many things. My relationship with him was something I have thought long and hard about this year. He was a big brother and father-like at times when I was younger. He was my best man. He was a friend at all times. He was what I needed him to be. I never asked much of him, nor did he ask much of me. We never talked a lot. But, when we did it was meaningful to us. He was important to me. I felt his loss deeply and still do. Time has dulled some of the emotion, but not all.

As an outlet for my grief, I turned back to the world he and I shared and where much of my memories of him reside. I have rediscovered the SCA to some extent. I think I still have further to go, but I have found a new comfort with the SCA that I had lost. Many say the SCA is different now. I agree. The 50 year SCA is much different that the 20 something SCA I started out in. But, it's beating heart is still there. I have heard it late at night in the quiet of the event and in the joy of a fighter practice. You just need to pay attention. The pulse is strong.

I returned to the fighting field. I found I can still hold my own. Im not overly impressive, but have a few surprises for the unwary. Few on the field these days remember me in armor. Many of the fighters I saw as equals in my early days are Archdukes in their own right. Many more are peers. Some of the opponents I cross paths with are little more than half my age now. It can be daunting, but challenging as well. And everyone is so much more better trained these days. 

A good portion of the chivalry I see in my area are of the lineage of the tree I share with Hadi's belt. It is humbling to know that and see it. Peer lineage in the SCA is a funny thing where 'generations' are so close together you get to see 3, 4 or even 5 generations on a field at the same time. 

I have met many new peers and witnessed a few elevations. They are a lot different now than when Hadi was elevated. But, no less special. We have some very good peers in my region. Ive enjoyed meeting them. Both old and new, they all uphold the dream well.

I have found pleasure rendering service to others again. Its a thing that I learned well in house Aspiring as a young man. The real art and joy of it is not doing things because you were told or asked, but perceiving a need and fulfilling it. Its a simple thing but elusive. I still have room to improve. I think Ive had some successes though. Even more important to me, I think I have helped mold and influence others with the mindset. Once you start, its hard to stop. 

While I haven't been to as many events as I had hoped since GW XXIV or met as many people as I wanted, I was more SCAdian in the past year than I have been in years. I rekindled some stagnant friendships, rediscovered some lost friends and made many new ones. I'm thankful for them all. Several stories have been shared over the year involving Hadi. Some long, some short, but all special and emotional and full of joy. Thank you.

New and old friends have made this year bearable on the front end and eventually enjoyable as my grief was replaced by fond memory. Many have offered support and have allowed me to speak to you in confidence. I thank everyone who has put up with me, shared conversation with me and just allowed me to take part in your version of the SCA. 

Ive refocused my efforts on my Shire. Easariagh has always been a small group that ebbs and flows from struggling to strong. She has good footing these days I think and I hope that bodes well for the future.

Additionally, Ive decided to continue my apprenticeship and have started my search for a new mentor. I think Im going about it the right way. I hope I am. As I search for a new guide, if you see me, any advice you might care to share will be appreciated.

So, now I walk the same old path with renewed effort in an older more mature SCA with the memory of my fallen peer in my heart. While I don't currently have a mentor sharing the path with me, I do not feel alone. 

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!

Ld. Eoin Mac Cana, CACM
Squire of House Aspiring
Seneschal, Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies

Clyde's Travel Log - Gulf Wars XXV

Gulf Wars XXV

King's Arrow Ranch

Kingdom of Gleann Abhann

March 13-20, 2016

The last stop of the Hadi Banner tour, Gulf Wars XXV.

My trusted companion, Marek, and I journeyed to southern Gleann Abhann to visit the former Meridian lands and see what the warring Kingdoms of Ansteorra and Trimaris were up to.

This year, we camped in Foxes Den with our Meridian neighbors of Glaedenfeld (soon to be a shiny new barony). We arrived early on Tuesday after an uneventful nighttime journey from Easaraigh into the southern reaches of the known world.

Tuesday was a long day. Marek and I found the journey had taken its toll on us. We were bagged and not much for anything serious. We did find our shiremate, Styrbjorn, who had mistakenly camped in the main Meridian encampment after receiving some bad information on where the Glaedenfeld camp actually was. Marek and I rudely fell asleep on him as we sat in front of our tent reviewing the event schedule. Sorry about that. We also checked in Earl Benen and Countess Rosabel, who had traveled down earlier in the week to market their wares. 

Later on Tuesday, we joined the others in our camp in the common area to dine. The food was good and plentiful with pleasant and friendly conversation. Marek and I found the Glaedenfeld camp to be a jovial and welcoming place. They have a good group of people there and we were happy to share in their company.

Wednesday broke with a slow start as Marek and I lost track of time while we welcomed the day. I eventually got my self in good order and performed my camp chores before attending a class concerning Troll and Paypal as my shire has some questions on the new digital payment solution. Marek and I spent most of the day enjoying the the site as spectators. We ran into a few friends and just went where the event carried us. It was a good, relaxing day. At the end of the day as we supped with our camp companions, I discovered Mistress Constanza was in need of some help for the Meridian Social later that evening. I volunteered myself and my contingent from Easaraigh (consisting of Marek, Strybjorn and I) to assist. 

At this point, I must say that my Shiremates and I are of the same mind in offering our service, there was no force or encouragment required in this venture. Easaraigh is full of individuals well grounded in the service culture of the SCA and it is a blessing to share the experience with them. So, when I offered our service my companions did not ask what or why, they only asked where do we need to be.

To that end, we mounted my war wagon and journeyed to Bede Hall by way of the royal apartments where we retrieved supplies. Our duty this eve was to provide edible refreshment to the guests. The Easaraighians, along with Moreg, Stephanie, Ysabel, Corbin, Valdrick, and Constanza (All wonderful and outstanding peers, titles dropped to save me from carpal tunnel) prepared and served hors d'oeuvres, cake and other delecacies to the guests throughout the evening. We shared the easy comradarie that often comes with common activity and ended our day with a pleased countenance from a job done well, service rendered with joy, and an excellent company shared.

Marek and I shared a funny in that last year, contents of my pouch proved invaluable to success of the Known World Party. This year, it was the knife from my kit that proved to be an important part of the Meridian Social cutting cheese and cake alike with all the ease and grace such an instrument can bring to bear. At this point, I believe that the lessons drilled into my by Hadi and Ameraulde on having a well stocked 'squires kit' have made the contents of my kit as much a part of my usefulness as any other service I render. Lesson Learned - A well stocked squires kit is a key to making an average squire into Batman. I'm Batman.

Thursday was the final day of the event for us. Though, we did not know it that morning.

I chose to fight in the field battles on Thursday. Since they were in the afternoon, I wandered site to take a few pictures. I was able to witness some jousting, youth melee and coursing. Additionally, rapier and heavy champions battles were occurring.

Later in the morning, I donned my kit, got inspected and mustered with the Meridian contingent for the battle. Not having a specific unit to run with, I fell in with some people I knew (Legio, John and others) and just tried to be where I was needed. Which, being a big shieldman, was the shield wall. 

Moment of reflection... I found it ironic that my journey with Hadis banner over the past year has led me back to a place I am so familiar with. The shield wall is a role I have filled many times, but this is the first time in many years that I have stood the wall with other Meridians. More thoughts on this later.

The Meridian contingent was over 100 strong. A fine showing. My own part in the battles was mostly short lived. With the shouts of 'Ballista', 'Arrow', and 'Rock' I plied my trade in the wall with the new squire Drago and new SCAdian 'Doc'. I had fun, did not get hurt or hurt anyone, took my blows and enjoyed the act of working in the wall. The rains set in early in the battles and eventually forced a close on the activity due to distant thunder that was a portent of what was to come.

At this point on Thursday, spirits were high. Meridies had represented well. The cool rain known as 'fat man fighting weather' brought a smile to my face. It was a good day.

I wandered back to the tent and waited for the rain to subside so I could shower. Marek joined up with me at the tent and we watched the rain fall while trying to stay out of it. Eventually, there was a break and I showered and sat down for dinner that Nikolai had prepared in camp.

As I was finishing my meal, we noted the sound of geese honking as they flew by. Shortly there after, the sky fell.

Events from this point were fast and furious. I remember a group of people running in the rain through camp into the ravine. The common tent started to shake and the canvas slapped. We had all risen and were trying to drop flaps and close doors. Whoosh. The tent was down and everyone scrambled. Marek, Song, Kehinde and I found ourselves holding down the kitchen tent (quite literally) with a young man from the upper den. I watched the weather through an open door holding two poles. The rain blew in many unnervingly weird directions (anything but down is strange in my book). I check on the boy, 'You doin' OK?' 'Yes' is the answer. Back to my poles and open door. Im soaked. The trees leaned in different directions. Mistress Stephanie and Anabele joined us as their tent began lose its footing. More rain. Wind. Panicked shouts. A group of people streamed into the tent from the ravine seeking shelter. A need for a dry towel. A wet and crying child. Holding the tent. Rain slacks. Checking stakes and ropes. Resetting all the ropes and stakes on the side of the tent Marek was on. He must have actually been the only thing holding the tent in place on that end. Rain down to a drizzle. Shouts across the camp. 'Is everyone OK down there!?'. Yes. Wet, shocked, but OK. 

That. Happened. Mother natures version of Shock and awe. Gulf Wars, for the most part, came to a close with a thunderous roar and silence.

In the following calm, Marek and I went to assess our campsite to find it flattened. Like so many others that evening, our tent and its contents were strewn across the ground and soaked through. Our event was most definitely over. Luckily, we had decided to move my truck closer to the tent knowing that we would be stuck where we had parked if left there. So, we loaded the truck as best we could, any way we could. The rain started again. It was a miserable way to pack. But, we found time to laugh at our condition. Its just stuff. Just because its wet, doesn't change that. It's still just stuff.

After packing we found most of the Glaedenfeld crew piled into a toasty kitchen tent with the stove burning for warmth and passing around so beverages to warm the insides. As Marek and I had nothing dry to slip in or on and only one set of dry clothes, we found a hotel room for the night.

After a dry sleep and breakfast, Marek and I returned to site to help with the cleanup and packing at Foxes Den. I must say that the urge to flee back to Easaraigh was strong. But, the urge to do the 'right thing' was stronger. Marek and I both agreed, that we must return to site to help.

The rest of the morning was spent breaking down camp and loading. While everyone was tired and wet, spirits were high. Its moments such as these that the SCA's spirit is revealed. Any outsider would have looked at King's Arrow that day and said they saw a miserable, disaster area. I saw teamwork, dedication of the common good, care for fellow human beings, and esprit de corps. Friday. The day of cleanup was the best day of the war. 

Marek and I headed home as the rains started again. We dropped in on Benen and Rosabel for a dry shirt and managed to pickup a few other sundries on our way out. 

Its been a little over a year since Hadi passed. My year long quest to carry his banner and find the SCA we loved comes to an end. My journey has taken me back into an SCA that is different and one that I have neglected. With his banner I have attended tourneys, wars and collegiums. I have participated in and been part of the essence of the Society at its core. He has been with me to see the best Meridies has to offer and shared in my journey. I have found the old SCA that I knew and I believe that I have helped put a small breath of life back into it. I am once again starting to find comfort and contentment in my surroundings. Not so much a stranger now as I once felt. I have found the SCA home that I once lived in. The last lesson Hadi has provided me is that you can go home again.

Now a new journey begins. I have spoken with Ameraulde and my squire brothers (Griffin and Kyppyn) and have decided to seek a sponsor. As I retire Hadi's banner from the field, I will seek a guide that will help me on my way with the help of my House Aspiring family. This new adventure will be challenging in ways that I do not yet know. But I go into it with an open mind and looking forward.

Over the year I have found that I am capable of continuing on the path. This time around, I feel the 'want' to actually move forward instead of merely being on it. Ive come to the conclusion that the ultimate tribute to my late friend and mentor would be to succeed in the opportunity he set before me so long ago. I will not talk of peerage though. That is an achievement that only others can bestow. Instead, I will challenge myself to learn and grow. I will try to exhibit those qualities that we all hope a peer has. These are things that are attainable and that I have control of. As I set myself on the path wholeheartedly again, I look forward to the adventure with my fallen mentor in my heart, a new mentor guiding my way and sharing in my journey with my friends.

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee.

Clyde's Travel Log - Kingdom Fighter's Collegium - Meridies

Kingdom Fighter's Collegium
Lookout Mountain Camp for Boys (Mentone, AL)
Barony of Iron Mountain
September 11-13, 2015

The Hadi Banner Tour made its 6th stop at Kingdom Fighter's Collegium.

I made my way from Easaraigh to the site mid afternoon on Friday, arriving just before some rain set in. The site is on a mountain in northern Alabama and is heavily wooded and rocky. I chose to tent. Having rather finicky allergies, I did not want to risk cabin sleeping.

I set my tent up near others in grass covered rocky area set aside for that purpose. Sir Madach, Sir Cona and Sven were already there and we made fast and pleasant company as we setup our temporary dwellings. Rain soon set in. I found some hard shelter on a cabin porch and watched the rain for a bit. As the rain died down, I finished 'gearing up' and wandered around a bit. It is really a lovely site, even in the rain. I discovered a sandwich waiting for me in Duchess Katrinas Wolf and Unicorn tavern which I found tasty. I enjoyed some conversation with Sir Mandin while I ate.

Later in the evening, I went back to my tent and found Sir Hrothgar had arrived. The 'tenting' crew decided to return to the 'Mead Hall' (for lack of a better term, it is actually an old barn converted into a activity building for the camp) to see who else had arrived and do some socializing. I tagged along and we ran into some more familiar faces (for me anyway). The conversation was pleasant and enjoyable. It was good catching up with Sir Griff and Sir Valdryk. THere was some concern that there wouldn't be enough squires for the next days activities, but that proved to be a non-issue.

Saturday was the best day I have seen this year. The sun was bright. The temperature was mild. There was a cool breeze all day long. It was made to order for an SCA event.

I started my day with some java and an interesting breakfast. The Iron Mountain folk had skewered a sausage ball, biscuit dough and an egg (boiled) on a stick and baked. Unusual and good. It went well with the mornings conversation  in the feast hall. I don't remember everyone's name at the table (I come by the failing naturally, I do remember Eldric and Sir Geoffrey), but the company was top notch and I was appreciative.

My mood was full of anticipation as I strolled back to my tent on a wooded trail. I gathered my kit and went to the field.

The field was quickly filling with players in the fun that would follow. I was able to setup my shade between the fine folks from Glaedenfeld and Brealthen. The whole affair was very casual and ran on a traditional SCAdian schedule. I was very happy for this after having suffered weeks of mundane timelines, milestones and playbooks at work.

As we eased into the day, I found my first class was with HRH Wulfstan on Heater Shield technique. It was a great class. Part of it was refresher for me, as I recently returned to my heater. But a large part of it was new and informative. HRH is a good teacher and knows his business. His observations on footwork and training methods were great takeaways. I also found some of his 'fun stuff' to be interesting (the passive shield hook for instance) and might be seen by some of you that cross sticks with me in the future. The class was a good mix of instruction, demonstration and practical. I found the peer discussions in the breakout to be a lot of fun. 

The second class I took was from Sir Erick Griffin and Sir Hrothgar on Predictable Fighting. The class focused on how to watch fighting to identify bad habits, tells and tags in both yourself and your opponent. We discussed methods for breaking routines and ways to help peer fighters improve. Communication is important. There was some conceptual talk of 'greater good', though not directly. The idea that if I help my opponent be better, I will benefit. We also did some pickups and reviewed what we saw. To end the class we talked about training methods. Lots of knowledge was shared in a very 'water cooler' type of atmosphere.

My last class of the day was the only one that gave me any apprehension. The class was on Flourentine Two-stick Fighting by Sir Baras (Sir Mandin reminded me of Hadi's preference for the term 'two-stick'. Flourentine is something rapier fighters do). There were only 4 of us for the class. Sir Baras, Michael, Angus and I. I haven't touched the style is many years. Being Hadi's 'pocket squire' (Griffs term) for Two-stick made it almost second nature to me in the early days. I think the style was more prolific back then. I digress. 

Sir Baras is passionate in regards to the style and an obvious supporter of it. Micheal, who I met for the first time, was also a long time two-stick player. That left me and Angus, who was a new entrant in the two-stick game. 

After some theory discussion and chat, the class turned into a workshow for Angus and I. Baras asked me what my concerns were and what my skill level was. I explained that I thought I would be rusty and that my left would be weak. We paired off and sparred some. I found that the rust, was not much of an issue. I also found that both hands were working fairly well. My timing and footwork turned out to be the main issues I had. Michael and Sir Baras were able to identify some things and I could feel immediate impact in my game from their suggestions. I sparred some more with Michael and could feel my game get stronger as I went.

The Two-stick class was the most fun I had all day. I felt inspired afterward to return to it. I have doubts about being that oddball fighter doing something different, but it isn't always about going along, sometimes its about doing what you are good at. Eric pointed out that 'Two-stick will make baby Jesus cry'. Lol. We'll see. But, I did find some enjoyment there that I was missing I think and maybe found that one thing in my fighting that brings me the closest to my fallen mentor in my game. There is some peace of mind in that. 

Sir Baras and Michael capped off a truly awesome day on the field for me. Sharing part of my day with them made it better. That is a win.

The afternoon fell into some loose conversations and pickups. My day had ran its course, so I sat in the shade as my armor aired out and watched reflecting on the day and reviewing what I had learned.

After tearing down my shade and stowing my gear, I prepared for court. Court was a bardic affair that was only interrupted by Their Majesties and Their Highness's arrival and departure (almost quite literally).

Court ended and I made my way to the feast hall where I ran into Sir Valdryk and company outside the building. I ended up sharing my feast with the Glaedenfelders and it made for a good time. Feast was a simple and mundane affair as KFC has become over the recent years. The food was good and their was plenty of it. 

Additional bardic was held during feast and as a squire, I found myself pulled into squire Rockette line (some tradition that I managed to miss out on for 25 years) for one tune that my grumpy muse refuses to remember the name of. Graf Ulrich has since informed me that 'Knights Boy Knights' is the tune in question.

After feast, I was very pleased to find myself helping kick the feastcrat and crew out of the kitchen and cleaning up the hall. Sir Griffin and I had talked about it earlier (during a 'good ole days' conversation) and noted how much we missed that activity. Several knights and squires made short work of the kitchen and feast hall prep. Satisfaction achievement earned. 

Its odd how a small bit of service like that gave me a warm feeling the rest of the evening. The SCA is built on service. Its is so awesome when service is rendered freely and earnestly. I think its even better when you know that it had an impact on someones day. I don't know how much time the Iron Mountain feast crew was in the kitchen that day. But, I know when they left. And that is cool. At-a-boys all around to the crew that pitched in and made someones day a little bit easier and shorter.

I hung out with Griff and Valdryk for a bit after feast. We reviewed the day and some of the cool things we learned and saw. We eventually found our way to the bardic circle that surrounded Sir Madach's brazer. Traditional SCAdian songs were sung late into the night. 

Tired, content and happy with the day I was able to share in with fellow Meridians, I found my way to my cot. As the bardic continued, I was sung to sleep by brothers and sisters of Meridies. This was a good day.

The morning arrived early on the mountain. I broke camp and made farewells to those I could find that early in the day.

Iron Mountain did a great job with the event and I humbly thank them for their efforts. Nature granted us a blessed weather day. Everyone in attendance that I met was gracious and in good spirits. The chivalry was top notch all day long teaching and mentoring. I hadn't been to a KFC in a long time and my return to the event could not have been any better. Thank you all!

Well met, friends. Safe journey to thee.

Ld. Eoin Mac Cana, CACM
Squire of House Aspiring
Seneschal, Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies

Clyde's Travel Log - Bacon Bash IV - Swine and Roses

Bacon Bash IV - Swine and Roses
Montgomery Bell State Park (Burns, TN)
Shire of Crimson River
August 28-30, 2015

The Hadi Banner Tour continues with my 5th event this year, Bacon Bash IV - Swine and Roses.

The Shire of Crimson River held its fourth iteration of a bacon themed event, much to the enjoyment of all of those in attendance. In line with the very best of Meridian tradition, the shire hosted a fun, relaxing, and friendly event steeped in southern hospitality that only the great Kingdom of Meridies can lay claim to.

Styrbjorn and I daytripped the event from Easaraigh. The event was held at Montgomery Bell State Bank, a favorite site in north Meridies (Tennessee), and is almost 2 hours west of Easariagh (Cookeville). We arrived at 8am local time as the camp was waking to the start of a bright, late August day in Tennessee. 

After trolling in, I procured myself a cup of java and found a seat at the edge of a dew covered field with a cool morning breeze, as a bleary eyed sun rose over the treetops. This was an ideal day for this time of year. The early morning calm of the camp and it's waking noises was a soothing balm. Monty Bell is one of the best places to be, period.

The days activities ran on the much appreciated and time-honored 'no rush' timeline. Styrbjorn and I setup our shade and settled in as other Scadians arrived. By the time the dew had disappeared from the field. the first heavy tournament of the day was announced and started. 

The first tournament was a free-for-all affair in the style of a 'Doom Tourney' or 'Tavern Brawl'. For those of you unfamiliar with the concept, all the participants occupy the field at the same time in a large circle. You are free to create/break alliances on the fly as well as engage anyone you want. It tests more than a fighter's skill. Strategy and guile as well as some underhandedness can also be prominent in such a contest. Shortly after 'Lay On' the chaos ensued. I'd like to thank my brother, Sir Griffin for reminding me how much of a sneak and subversive he can be. :) You will see in the retelling of events that transpired.

Griff had recently taken a Man-at-Arms, Malcolm Cameron. Malcolm was next to me in the circle. At the start of the fight, I was thinking this would be a good opportunity for me to demonstrate kinsmanship and start working on some bonding. He is a part of the family tree now that Griff and I both share. So, I saluted him and offered an alliance which, initially, I thought was an outstanding idea. He and I paired up, finding ourselves facing another loose alliance against 2 other fighters (John and Motal I believe). I then saw Griff. I hailed him and asked if he would like to join up with us. He appeared to accept. As he approached, he seems to align with Malcolm and I. I then turned to face our opposition when I heard the crack of rattan on armor. Turning at the report, I realized that my brother in squirehood, Griffin, had waylayed his unsuspecting man-at-arms, had turned and was casually walking away. John, Motal and I were stunned with surprise and disbelieve briefly before I noted the sudden downturn in my fortunes. In the matter of a few seconds, my good deed had turned into a gigantic fiasco. The promise of 3 vs 2 fight was now a 2 vs 1 with me playing the part of an old, overweight rabbit. The fight ended for me shortly thereafter. The two younger fighters eventually got their swords to bear and I was done. Never trust a Griffin.

Much laughter was brought on by the retelling of that small episode. Griffin won the free-for-all. His man-at-arms learned a valuable lesson as did I. Although, it does appear that I had a hand in setting up Malcolm for the lesson that was taught, I promise I had good intentions. But, have no proof. One must always leave room for doubt in a good tale of treachery. 

In the second tournament of the day, a standard double elimination was held. I did not go far (3 rd with 1 bye fight). I was happy that I fought 2 outstanding fighters in Sir Erick Griffin and Sir Hrothgar. I fought them as well as I was able. Both are very honorable men and it was a privilege to cross swords with them. They offered me some solid wisdom throughout the day and much encouragement. Sir Erick won the tournament and in a very gracious display of humility and honor, bequeathed his prize to John Imboden as an impromptu 'most chivalrous' on the field recognition during court. Huzzah John. Well done, Sir Erick.

The last heavy tournament of the day was a William Marshal affair. All participants had 5 tokens to loose. Losing fighters give 1 token to the victor with 30 minute time limit. If you run out a tokens, you are done. In a twist to the concept, His Majesty Mordan entered the fray as a 'bank' entity. He could give tokens if you defeat him, but not take any if he won. 

I lost all my fights except one pass with His Majesty that falls to the 'everyone gets lucky sometime' rule. I was able pass with Sir Gnaeus twice, Kevin, Motal, Sir Erick, Sir Hrothagar and His Majesty. Everyone was great and despite the losing, I enjoyed it and left the field content for the effort.

Overall, the heavy fighting was awesome. I had a blast. I learned lessons with value throughout the day. On and off the field, the chivalry present offered me sound advice and insight to help me improve my skill. Hrothgar, Gnaeus, Erick, Valdryk, and Griffin represented their peerage with distinction.

Special shout out to Earl Sir Benen for helping me with my heater-shield problem last week. Your solution was spot-on. The heater shield worked great for me, all day long.

Eventually, the late August humidity set in sapping the strength out of the heavy field in spite of the tolerable temperatures. Additional community socializing was held on the field late into the afternoon. Styrbjorn and I prepped for feast and packed up, finishing shortly before a brief court.

Feast was a enjoyable affair with music and BACON!. 4 removes were brought out as I recall, Styrbojorn and I both were able to eat our fill and left sated and happy. Of note, I know the bacon jam, bacon wrapped chicken and bacon wrapped pork were highlights. The pork, quite impressively, cut with a fork and melted in your mouth. Mmmm. I also really enjoyed the tasty salad and some fresh hot bread that was a treat. Songs were sung in between removes. Feckless Fear Dearg led off with the Bacon Song (a tradition for the event) and another song about Meridies that I didn't catch the name of (Fair Meridies is the name, I recently discovered :) ). Song and Gerard also graced the hall with melody. We all contributed to a round of happy birthday for Her Majesty, Emiline. If there as a let down in the evening, it was the lack of a bacon themed dessert. Cheescake? Not bacon cheescake? Are you kidding me! :) Need to work on that for next year.

Crimson River has a real winner in Bacon Bash. I found a solid, down home, event that represents all the best there is in being Meridian. Styrbjorn and I had a great time and it was well worth the trip from our home in Easaraigh. They are gracious hosts and a fun bunch of folks to hang out with. I wish them many more years of awesomeness with Bacon Bash. Excellent job!

Well met, friends. Safe journey to thee.

Ld. Eoin Mac Cana, CACM
Squire of House Aspiring
Seneschal, Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies

Musings - Summer 2015

Musings

Summer, 2015

I haven't blogged much this summer, allowing the incessant nagging of the mundane to embrace me and carry me on journeys I didn't seek out.

Here are a few observations and random thoughts to fill the digital void.

Friendship has as many definitions as there are stars in the sky. For me, friends once met and bonded are always there regardless of the time that passes, events that occur, or realities that impede. This year I have reconnected (on various levels) with many friends, siblings (metaphorical), and connections from the past. It has been a pleasant journey so far. If you are one of those that fall into this consideration, know that I truly do appreciate  knowing you and sharing brief episodes of my personal sitcom (exaggeration) with you as we move ever onward through life. Every small contact is worthy of the time we spend on the effort. While some of us have the charisma to make it known to the world what we are feeling at that moment in time, those of us who acknowledge with the short nod or the quiet smile or distant laugh or firm handshake do feel the same things as the rest and are better humans for the act sharing that moment of time with the people that make up our who's-who of friends.

The Shire of Easaraigh held our Northern Regional War Practice last month. It was a small, friendly event. Much fun was had. A big thanks to Ysabel and Corbin for the assist with rapier. It was great seeing many our our regional neighbors on a sunny day in July.

Being a SCAdian in a small shire is hard work.  A prosperous group must be cared for and nourished to stay in that state. A struggling group requires the same nourishment for nothing more than survival. I live in the latter. It takes all participants of the group to maintain the health of the group. I have existed in all states of membership in my Shire, from inactive to leader and back again. As SCAdians, it is important to remember that the greatest lesson that we get (IMHO) out of this hobby is the idea of practical service. It takes all participants of this hobby to make this hobby work. Without a willingness to serve there are no events, groups, or society. We go through an evolution of thought as we start 'Living the Dream'. When we truly decide to stay with it is when the realization of a 'service attitude' sinks in. It makes us better people in and out of our element. It is a gift. I try to remember this always in all things. But, I especially make the effort to bring this with me when I am with my Shire because that is where it is most needed. If you live in the prosperous SCA, keep an eye out for the small groups. Never forget that they are sharing in the same 'Dream' as you are, but are doing it without many of the luxuries that prosperity brings. If you are in that small group, don't get caught thinking you are on your path alone. Remember that there are others walking with you, unrealized, that are willing to share the journey with you and share in the joyful burden that is life with the SCA.

I was reminded today of the anniversary of another loss of life. A soldier. A trooper that I shared duty with and responsibility for for a period of his time with us. He was the best soldier he could be. He was his best version of himself at the end. He found his way out of the mundane distractions and temptations that lead us from the path of quality citizenship. Many people make an oath to serve and through innocence or ignorance fail to grasp what that oath means. An oath is a real thing. I was an innocent at first. Anyone who has witnessed that thing called 'sacrifice', that is so often made trivial, is taught the hard lesson of an oath's reality. As a veteran, I know the reality of an oath. It is not a thing to be taken lightly. It will always be cowardly to break an oath, regardless of innocence or ignorance. An oath is a hard thing that does not know mercy or cowardice. An oath is binding. An oath will always be honored and paid in full once given. On this anniversary of a troopers passing, I am reminded of the truth of an 'oath' and what it means.

The 'Hadi Banner Tour' will recommence soon. My friends farewell tour is not done yet.

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!

Ld. Eoin Mac Cana, CACM
Squire of House Aspiring
Seneschal, Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies

Clyde's Travel Log - Crown List of Meridies

Crown List of Meridies

Montgomery Bell State Park (Burns, TN)

Shire of Glaedenfeld

May 24, 2015

The 4th event of the Hadi banner tour, Spring Crown List.

It was a day of old friendships being renewed, new friends being found and the raw satisfaction of deciding the next heir to our Kingdom through martial prowess. I was able to get a pic (above) with my old running buddy, Fionn. We started playing this game together back in A.S. XXIII (i.e. - 'The Good Ole' Days').

I daytripped Crown List with Marek. Crown Lists are an event that I have rarely attended over the years.  I'm not sure why. I won't be able to offer much detail on the event other than the small piece that Marek and I attended. The full event encompassed a Kingdom Arts & Sciences competition on Saturday with Crown List on Sunday. We did not attend feast, but judging by the menu, it looked to be very much top notch.

My first was the one won by Hadi. I actually went to that one for his elevation, not the list. My second list was another with Hadi in the Arkansas. This was one of his attempt at the elusive duchy peerage. And while we had a good time, he did not win. 

The third Crown List I attended was many years later right before I was deployed. Ellen and I watched and she took many pictures. It was in Nant-y-derwyddon. Then there was one in Thor's Mountain after I returned. Ellen and I hung out with James that day. Then there was this one hosted by Glaedenfeld. It was a first for Marek. I went with the intent to just enjoy the day and hoped to see some of the best in the kingdom at the peek of the art form vie for the elusive pointy hat and hard seat.

Fighting in crown is a fickle thing that I've always held the view should only be fought be those who are prepared to win and can manage the consequences of such an endeavor. I've seen, over the years, many people petition for entry in the list just for the sake of fighting the best heavy fighters in the kingdom. I don't hold to that, and thankfully we have MGT now, so it seems that Crown List has far less problems with 'thrill' seeking participants than it used to.

While there was a strong breeze blowing all day, the day was otherwise excellent in regards to weather. 

The list ran as a double elimination with a best 2 out of 3 each round. There were 25 or so entrants and this made for a very long list that ran well into the afternoon.

While the list was predominantly represented by the early period styles of fighting with center-grip shields, there were a good number of other styles represented from ancient Mediterranean to later period european. Everyone was fighting sword and shield.

Everyones livery was in good condition and it seemed that all the combatants had made proper preparations to look their best. Well done.

There were many entertaining moments throughout the day. In one such moment, Sir Gnaeus fought Earl Sir Robert. What made it humorous was the fact that it matched one of the tallest fighters (Gnaeus) with one of the shortest (Robert). They sparred for some time at the start with Robert eventually taking a leg and arm from Gnaeus only to end in double kill. 

The list ended with Sir Wulfstan defeating Sir Barthelemy. Like all the fights of the day, it was well fought. A traditional heater fighter in Wulfstan with the elusive, feint driven center grip style of Barthelemy made for an awesome final match. Wulfstan defeated Barthelemy in the third after splitting the first two matches evenly. Corona Vult!

During the day I was able to spend some time chatting with Sir Mandin finally. As a squire brother to my mentor, Hadi, his friendly demeanor and company is always welcomed. Additionally, I found my long time friend Fionn was in attendance. We went to high school together and he and I used to be thick as thieves in our early SCAdian days. Made my day.

There was also a charity tournament for Wounded Warrior. Marek and I donated, but I chose not to fight. Its just as well since the Crown List pushed late causing the whole schedule to run late.

With Marek needing to work early the next day, we departed site before dusk for the journey home. We had a great day just being spectators and observing the tried and true due process of the Kingdom in action.

Marek and I took a tough guy shot with Hadi's banner. Note the surly snarl...

Not much of an event report this time. Ill do better next time around.

Well met friends. Safe journey to thee!

Ld. Eoin Mac Cana, CACM
Squire of House Aspiring
Seneschal, Shire of Easaraigh
Kingdom of Meridies